If he profess’d forgiveness, I would cry—
“Forgive such faithlessness! so would not I! 180
Such errors pardon! he that so would act
Would, I am sure, be guilty of the fact.
Charles, if I thought your spirit was so mean,
I would not longer in your walks be seen;
Could you such woman for a moment prize?
You might forgive her, but you must despise.”
D. Bravo, my girl! ’tis then our sex command,
When we can seize the weapon in their hand;